The Billionaire Transient Wife

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eople wore poker faces as they talked on their phones while walking briskly down

er eyes for a better vision as she slowly walked while trying hard not to drop on the ground every time a passerby bumped into her. She felt her way to the

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n her blurred sight was a hindrance. She knew the street very w

h. If she dropped it any lower, she'd definitely throw up right there and then. Her phone started ringing again. She didn't answer. She knew it

g. When she had ordered her first bottle, she reasoned she wanted to celebrate her upcoming exhibit. When the second

and she knew just the place for a perfect one. The rest must have done somet

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ong cappuccino coming

the lady a handful and said, "Just get the exact

dra the rest of the coins and said, "I'll serve you your coffee if you w

ent to the nearest table and made herself

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the table from her and when she peered through her heavy lids,

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irritation so she opened her eyes once again to look a

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gh her veins stopped and drained down her head as

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